#tile - Hello Poetry

I sit on the cold tile outside my class people walking by cold digging into my *** the squeak and buzz of basket ball boys girls laughing around the corner. I work on my project my poems my life and somehow it doesn't get any warmer.

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Feb 10, 2025

Feb 10, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC

Suns_N_Roses

Hallway

I sit on the cold tile outside my class people walking by cold digging into my *** the squeak and buzz of basket ball boys girls laughing around the corner. I work on my project my poems my life and somehow it doesn't get any warmer.

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Cool cool floor Of smooth hard tile Barefeet slapping in Successive taps Step Step Step Step Then onto carpet Silence.

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Jun 27, 2019

Jun 27, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC

jt-nelson

Across the Floor

Cool cool floor Of smooth hard tile Barefeet slapping in Successive taps Step Step Step Step Then onto carpet Silence.

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tile covers the floor and the wall and the ceiling it sends my head spinning. glorious white has faded to decaying yellow cracks and grime populate this darkness. a damp chill settles in the air only broken up by the occasional subway train out of the vacuum of the tunnels. fast food wrappers covered in lipstick stains tumble in the wake of passing crowds, the only testament to the world up above. it's quite possible to believe that nothing exists besides these miles of tunnels and endless rows of splintered tiles. from the depths within demonic sounds terrorize and with the red lights that draw ever closer right on schedule, it's not hard to believe the veil is thinner here in this never-resting place and an energy surge or the blink of an eye could turn these diluted colors to black and red and white with no way back up to the city streets you once thought you knew

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC

maryk

subway series no. 1

tile covers the floor and the wall and the ceiling it sends my head spinning. glorious white has faded to decaying yellow cracks and grime populate this darkness. a damp chill settles in the air only broken up by the occasional subway train out of the vacuum of the tunnels. fast food wrappers covered in lipstick stains tumble in the wake of passing crowds, the only testament to the world up above. it's quite possible to believe that nothing exists besides these miles of tunnels and endless rows of splintered tiles. from the depths within demonic sounds terrorize and with the red lights that draw ever closer right on schedule, it's not hard to believe the veil is thinner here in this never-resting place and an energy surge or the blink of an eye could turn these diluted colors to black and red and white with no way back up to the city streets you once thought you knew

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fortunate dreams, folded within security and affluence a laundry pile of capital you’ve tried and succeeded prosperity, wealth, Constitutional rights in abundance American dreams lay thriving, slithering between your fingers like sludge nice sludge though snow crystals rest upon the sludge, decorating it for the holidays barren attempts to take hold of opportunities, you didn’t really try efforts lay unmade, like the bed he shared with you penniless inferior in the corner of the kitchen last night’s events crawling across the tile towards you running over stains and chips, creating unshaped perfect squares a city on fire; flames stumbling in the breezes

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC

renee2g

(not really sure where I'm going with this one, thoughts?)

fortunate dreams, folded within security and affluence a laundry pile of capital you’ve tried and succeeded prosperity, wealth, Constitutional rights in abundance American dreams lay thriving, slithering between your fingers like sludge nice sludge though snow crystals rest upon the sludge, decorating it for the holidays barren attempts to take hold of opportunities, you didn’t really try efforts lay unmade, like the bed he shared with you penniless inferior in the corner of the kitchen last night’s events crawling across the tile towards you running over stains and chips, creating unshaped perfect squares a city on fire; flames stumbling in the breezes

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